49| Heartbreak?
Three hours.
Where every minute was a curse, knowing this man is breathing freely, I held back because they needed me... my wife, my children.
She was weak, and the urge to end this motherfucker in pieces right where I saw him near her ate me to hell.
But I didn't leave her alone as I knew the more breath her fucking father draws, the more I'll make his end brutal, merciless and slow.
Because death doesn't just chase... it haunts, it hunts and letting the prey run isn't mercy, it's an end.
I'm not chasing him to stop him, but I want him to remember what terrors feels like, I want my fear to settle deep in his skull, to seep into his every fucking bone.
He runs the car to a narrow street faster than it should be, wanting me to follow him. But I don't do what others want me to, I never did.
I make them do what I intend.
The darkness and heavy drops of rain consume the windshield, but nothing matters at this moment-instead of my prey desperately trying to escape his death.
I take the parallel lane, letting him feel safe for a second and that he outsmarted me because chasing time is gone, it's time to hunt.
The rage swallowing me is lethal, more when I know I won't hold back, not anymore.
His eyes shift to my car, a flick of confusion and then another dumb act.
He brings his gun up with an already bleeding arm, and through the window, he fires three constant bullets at me which couldn't hit as I leaned the seat behind me the same second.
I don't flinch, I don't react, just letting him throw his hands as much as he can.
He rolls the revolver and shoots another bullet at the tire of my car, and it hits, causing the car to jolt violently to one side and the sound tearing through the engine's growl.
I ease off the accelerator, downshifting it.
The engine growls lower, and instead of slowing down further, I apply brakes the other second and the sound of tire screeching stop roars amidst the heavy rain.
Meanwhile he, who was shifting the gear higher and higher till now, slammed on the brakes the exact Moment as there's no other lane ahead, just a narrow u-turn.
He must have realised by now, I dragged him here-Deliberately.
Finding no other lane ahead, Tarun's car and he himself freezes. His eyes narrowed with disbelief and realisation, a realisation of being trapped- brutally.
The rain is swallowing everything, and only these two cars are in the vision.
Aayansh pushes the door of his car and steps out, his gaze?-dark. cold. merciless and his demeanor is enough to make anyone's entire existence tremble.
As if hell isn't beneath them, but it's in him.
His boots sink into the mud and the rain soaks him instantly, making his hair mess all over his forehead and the black shirt he wore cling to his muscular body like another layer of skin, hugging his triceps, chest.
Inhaling slowly, tarun also steps out of his car, slamming the door shut behind him and his eyes straight away lands on aayansh who's approaching him only.
He tries to keep his face fearless and firm, uttering "Killing me won't help-"
Before tarun could even complete himself, Aayansh grabs the nap of his neck and smashes his face against the car's window behind him with a brutal force.
The broken glass pieces pierced the skin of his face terribly, near/under his eyes, scratching his face viciously with blood splatter on the uneven glass shards, mixing the rain drops with crimson.
The pain jerks through him as he wriths, struggling to get free from Aayansh's grip when he twists tarun's other arm with his hand and breaks the bone in a blink.
A scream full of relentless pain tears the surroundings, Aayansh's face remains unaffected and cold as if his pain is giving him satisfaction.
He yank Tarun's collar down and throws him on the road, earning another scream from him.
No moment to breathe, to move even and no MERCY.
Blood dripping from his already injured arm flows down with the drops, and this time when his gaze meets with Aayansh's bloodshot eyes, a shudder runs through his spine.
He wriths with unbearable pain smashing his body over and over, while Aayansh sits on his tip toes in front of him.
Grabbing Tarun's hair in his fist, he lifts his face up to him and he stutters "E-even if you.. ki-kill me, you-you still lost."
A sadistic grin curls Aayansh's lips and his voice dangerously calm, "Your death is my 'win' itself, father-in-law."
Saying this, he smashes Tarun's face on the road again mercilessly and his blood drops get on Aayansh's face and clothes, soaking him with the rain water.
He lifts tarun's head again who's writhing and groaning in pain, his facial muscles and bones are broken, unhinged blood dripping down and his face has become unrecognisable.
His eyes are barely opening, lips parted, still trembling with unbearable pain and almost dead voice choking in his throat itself, as if he wants to say something, but his throat and self has given up.
"I never intended to kill you, because your life or death didn't matter to me" Aayansh's voice is lethal, his face stained with blood and he himself is looking like a monster with not an ounce of humanity inside him.
"But you thought you would lay your filthy shadow on what's mine" He smashes his tarun's face on scattered glass once again "Try to hurt her and get away this easily?"
Tarun's choked screams tears through the raining sound, blood wiping down with the salty water and his shivering body thrashed more impulsively.
As if his soul is begging to leave the body at this point.
"I don't allow a minor scratch on my wife, and you? you raised a gun towards her" His jaw clenches, nerves taut and every muscle in his body is pulsating rage.
Aayansh picks a large glass shard from the ground and shoves it in his throat, intentionally not near the oxygen pipe to let him breathe for a while more.
Tarun's body jerks with a shock, drenched in blood and rainwater, his faint voice dying and pulse dropping drastically.
The rain has stopped by now, but not the storm inside him. Tara's sobs are still echoing in his ears, her condition, her fear and everything.
Aayansh grabs his collar, drags tarun's blood drenched body towards his car when he's struggling his soul out to get free or retort.
Opening the door with his other hand and picking the gun from the front seat, he throws him to the backseat and slams the door shut.
Where Tarun is not in the condition to even move, just throwing his hands and legs.
Aayansh shoots at the fuel inlet of the car and petrol starts leaking from there.
Then, he tosses the gun aside and gets a distance away from the car.
He takes out a cigar from his pocket, pressing it between his lips, he lights it up with a lighter. Dragging a slow hit as he closes his eyes for a moment, listening to tarun's faint screams as if they sound music to his ears.
Next moment?
Without Opening his eyes, he removes the burning cigar from between his lips and throws it in the car. The car catches fire in a Swift moment, covered with deadly flames and fire spreads through the nearby area too, burning tarun's body into ashes.
Meanwhile, Aayansh is watching him burning to death alive with a calm, cold, emotionless face, as if this sight is giving him immense satisfaction.
Blood from his face has been wiped by the rain drops but his slight red eyes are still reflecting something carnal when a message rings his phone.
The text is from the hospital authorities, "Sir, your wife needs you here... please come as soon as you can."
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Aayansh arrives at the hospital, and with desperate steps, he's heading to the section where Tara has been admitted when an assistant doctor's voice reaches him from behind,
"Sir, your wife had a m-miscarriage..."
He freezes for a moment, then turns to the doctor who's standing behind him with her eyes glued to the polished floor.
"Do you even know what you just said?" His fists clenched, knuckles still coated with blood and impatience surging in his veins.
"I'm so-sorry sir, I've been asked to i-inform you about this. Dr. Frost wanted to have a word with you about your wife's condition, she's in her cabin itself, please -" She utters all in a single breath somehow.
Ignoring her, Aayansh heads inside Tara's ward where she's laying in bed unconscious and doctor frost is checking her medications.
Realising Aayansh's presence, she immediately shifts her gaze to him who's reaching Tara.
"Mr. Oberoi..." She acknowledges when Aayansh cuts her off coldly "What happened to her?"
He sits near Tara, taking her hand in his and his eyes shifts to the doctor as she continues "She missed the babies."
His grip on Tara's hand tightens, while the doctor adds "Actually after seeing her reports, I'm only shocked how the babies survived in her womb almost three months, because normally in such cases, the baby doesn't make even a month in the mother's womb.
I mean, her body was clearly not ready for this pregnancy.
And this miscarriage has had to happen, even if she would have continued with this pregnancy, it would have been harmful for her health, that too, it was a twin pregnancy- which has many complications in normal cases too. "
She lifts the report file from the side table, "Maybe it's genetic or her mother might have gone through miscarriages in the past. I'm not saying she can't conceive, of course she can.
But according to me, she should avoid pregnancy for at least a year or two.
But there's still a complication-" She pauses and Aayansh stares at her, clearly running low on patience as he demands "what complication? "
"Both the foetus have not yet been expelled from her uterus, that's why she didn't immediately bleed.
And in most of the cases, we have to do surgery to remove the damaged tissues, but I can't prescribe any surgery in her case.
Although, we can expect if the body expels them through menstruation in a month or two.
She'll recover within a week, but please keep her out of any kind of stress, shock or physical pressure. "
"Take care," concluding herself, she left the ward.
[ B.G Music: Mai phir bhi tumko chahunga]
While aayansh's eyes are fixed on Tara's almost lifeless face, not even blinking, just lost in her. He doesn't move, so still as if nothing matters to him anymore, but her.
The steady beep of the heart monitor is the only sound in the sterile white room, he reaches for her hand, gently lacing his fingers through hers as he kisses her hand and keeps her hand close to his chest.
When she winces in the bed due to discomfort, Aayansh lifts her slightly and scoops her in his arms, hiding her in his embrace as he presses a kiss against her cheek.
His arms are wrapping around her small frame so securely as if she's a delicate thing, so fragile and will break if left untouched.
Her heartbeats echo in Aayansh's ears against his chest, but this time something is missing, the two parts of them are no longer there, just emptiness.
The emptiness that's suffocating, somewhere worse than anything.
Outside, Rain has started again, this time it's more like an unhinged, uncontrollable storm as if heaven is seeking for peace that's lost somewhere in the darkness.
The dark night passes and it's morning, Aayansh is still sitting as it is with tara in his arms, he didn't sleep, just sat there holding her the same entire night.
Her lashes flutter slightly as she murmurs in a low voice "Aaya..nsh?"
She opens her eyes and looks at him with a dizzy gaze as he cups her face and responds "Hmm?"
She doesn't say anything for a moment when a ward-incharge knocks, saying "Mr. Jindal has regained consciousness." He leaves after informing.
Tara's eyes shift from him to Aayansh as she presses impatiently "I- I want to see him."
Aayansh cups her face and leans slightly on her face, saying "You can, after changing and taking the medicine."
He rests his one knee in bed, undoes the zip of her patient gown and takes it off her body. Tossing it aside, he picks the comfortable yellow midi dress which has been kept near with the other things as per her comfort and makes her wear it.
Then he picks the glass of fresh fruit juice and brings it close to her lips, she grimaces but drinks it with slow sips and takes the medicines afterwards.
She stares at Aayansh as he lifts her in his arms carefully, she rests her head on his shoulder and arms around his neck while he's carrying her to arsh's ward.
Her eyes are not shifting anywhere away from him, his face is as usual lacking any emotions, hair messing over the forehead and eyes still slightly red.
They arrive in arsh's ward where he's been sitting in bed, the bullet had been removed from the back of his shoulder and the wound is covered properly.
When his eyes fall on Tara, he gets up slightly "Tara?"
Aayansh makes her sit on the fluffy chair near arsh, without even sparing a glance at him. She hugs her brother the next moment, he caresses her hair gently and his eyes turn cold looking at Aayansh who's present here while tara is still holding his hand.
"How are you feeling?" She detaches after a while, asking "Aapko kahi dard toh nahi ho raha na?"
"No, not after seeing my princess with me" Arsh says, a slight smile forming on his lips.
"You need rest" Aayansh holds Tara's hand, "We're leaving."
"She's not going anywhere" Arsh presses, his voice turns cold when Tara holds Arsh's hand with the other.
"Bro-" She pauses for a moment, "I-I love him..so much. I should have told you everything long ago, but I didn't get the right time. And I know, you will understand me if no one can."
Her voice is a mere whisper, but enough to empathize with the feelings she's holding in her heart.
Arsh pauses, then placing a hand over her cheek, he utters in a soft voice "For me, nothing is above you and your happiness."
A smile forms on Tara's lips hearing his words while Aayansh is standing unaffected by all this, because except Tara, nothing really matters to him... not anyone's wish, their feelings or their acceptance.
Here in the corpse section, Braden, Aariv and Diya are standing near Tina's dead body which the cops found in the villa itself, she died because of excessive bleeding from the arm and Luca's condition is also not good, he has been admitted.
They didn't tell arsh about this considering his health.
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Aayansh Tara are in their private jet, leaving Dubai and returning to NYC after bearing all the chaos in their lives. Tara is sleeping in his lap because of medicinal effects and heaviness in her body, unknown of something which might break her beyond repair.
While Aayansh is staring at her calm face, everything that happened is still going on in his mind... from the beginning.
He knew about tarun since tarun was in jail, plotting all these shits with her partner Dr. Raj, Saisha.
They all were behind the diamonds and step by step, they did everything to get them.
.. But lost their lives one by one, first saisha, then Dr. Raj and Kiaan- tarun's secretary' s son whom he gave his name to use as a pawn.
But in reality, he was Aayansh's pawn and followed his commands till his last breath.
The day Aayansh got to know that tarun was behind Tara, and to get her, he needed Ira's doppelganger to blackmail arsh, Aayansh trapped him by sending the Doppelganger he wanted them to use.
Meanwhile, he was keeping an eye on every moment of each one of them when another reality came in front of him, that Darsh jindal- tarun's father was alive and he had trapped him in his own villa situated in the land of Dubai.
.. where according to tarun, diamonds had been hid.
The sea war that happened, Aayansh created it deliberately to misguide their minds.
Meanwhile he was already in Dubai with Tara, he sent Kiaan there with an active tracking chip in his ear, which could have blasted if he must have done anything against Aayansh.
He saw everything happening, exactly as he wanted.
They thought they were going right, arsh pretended things the other way, and tarun thought Tara is with arsh and he'd get her to him.
Meanwhile, he brought out the details of darsh Jindal's villa which was completely technologically orchestrated... and virtually a maze which could trap anyone.
And this whole villa, the maze, the security surveillance was controlled with a passcode who only tarun knew.
Being a technology specialist, it took Aayansh no time to hack the whole operating system, break the earlier code. He altered the passcode and set his own, which only he knew and it allowed him to control every activity that took place in the vast building.
Things went smoothly, and Aayansh let them Thought they all were going right...
He intentionally kept Tara in this villa with him, in the safest room here where no one had even dreamt of and the code of this room could be broken by only his and Tara's touch.
That's why when she placed a hand on the door, it disappeared because it was an eye illusion bound with a security code.
When tarun entered the villa with arsh and others, it was a literal trap for him because Aayansh had already killed Kiaan and Dr. Raj when they were of no use to him.
Tarun understood everything very late and to secure his last weapon, he reached the room where darsh had been caged and the chaos erupted in the same place.
The diamonds? Aayansh never had an interest in them and only darsh jindal knew the exact truth of diamonds.
Aayansh didn't step into all this until Tara was out of the mess, and when they tried to drag her inside, there was no way of letting all this happen the way all of them wanted.
They call him heartless, but you don't need a heart to end the war.
A mere reason is enough-And the reason is with him.
He leans closer to Tara's face and puts a strand of hair behind her ear and places a kiss against her forehead.
"A.J, his Blood pressure is dropping... we need to stop" K.T hinders arsh, her eyes glued to the monitor and arsh pauses.
"What happened?" Arsh questions impatiently.
"We can't continue with the therapy, his health is dropping" She mutters in urgency and arsh turns his gaze towards darsh jindal.
I wake up amidst the warmth of evening, the fresh air around lingering soothe. I run a glance to myself and then the room I'm present in?-it's a dark master bedroom, and just near the bed, a massive colossal window covered with grey curtains offers the view from out.
The last thing I remember is I fell asleep on his lap while playing with his fingers.
I stretch my arms in the air, letting out a soft yawn and then make my way to the bathroom to take a shower. The interior here is different-so luxurious.
Well, getting rid of my dress as I turn on the shower and the warm water touches my skin, my muscles relax and the exhaustion releases.
Being in the eighth week of pregnancy, I feel exhausted for no reason or without even moving from my place, yeah I'm lazy by birth but this is something else.
Feeling a life growing inside you, a tiny human taking his form in your tummy- A part of him, A part of us- is the most beautiful and indescribable feeling.
But sometimes I feel something is wrong, I mean normally the baby bump starts growing after the third month and I've no such changes in my body.
I've heard that pregnancy changes occur as per the different body type too, so maybe I'm just overthinking.
Shaking my head, I pick a Roseberry body wash and spread it throughout my body, then cleanse it slowly.
Once done, I wear a bathrobe and head out, straight towards the closet. Running a glare to the dresses lined up in here, including every kind from casual wear to comfort outfits-Boring.
I turn to his closet, picking one of his black shirts, I quickly draw myself into it and give a slight glance to myself in the mirror. His shirt is covering my legs just above the knees effortlessly and so oversized that it is sliding down my shoulders, but who really cares when you look so sexy?
I leave my damp hair as it is and make my way to the lift to look for my not so 'Busy husband'.
Reaching the ground floor, my eyes scan the villa and the servants' staff who are doing their jobs quietly. There's pin drop silence here, but of course, now I'm used to such an environment.
I step out of the villa barefoot, the salt-kisses breeze curling through my hair like a whispered secret.
The island stretches before me like a dream-untouched, untamed, and impossibly beautiful.
The waves whisper softly at the shore, their rhythm gentle, like the island is breathing. Palm trees swayed lazily above, casting delicate shadows that danced over the stone pathway leading to the villa-our villa and this vast island, our island which he bought for me- for us.
And to be honest, now it all feels like a dream. After facing such hardships where tears and pain were only my companion, finally life is giving me reasons to smile.
And the biggest reason for my happiness- Our baby.
I feel like I have slipped out of time and into a secret that only the ocean knows.
The villa stands like a vision carved from elegance-open, airy, wrapped in dark curtains and polished wood, with glass walls that frame the sea like living art. Somewhere between the infinity pool and the endless sky, I forget who I was supposed to be.
Here, I'm not on anyone's timeline.
I'm the queen of this quiet paradise. And for the first time in a long time... I let myself breathe.
I walk ahead, my eyes searching for him with an unsaid desperation and when I reach the deck area, my gaze ceases.
Aayansh stands a distance away, wearing a black hoodie and trousers and his hair, unsettled- perfect.
I mean, him in his formals is the sight I would never ever resist, though in casuals, he looks breathtaking.
But why the hell am I drooling over my own husband?
Can't help, he's the thing to be drooled over.
Some of his men stand there, but my eyes narrow when I notice a gun in his hand.
What. The. Hell. Is. This. Man doing?
I stand quietly at my place for a moment, noticing him. While he commands something to his men, I almost jump at my place when he suddenly shoots at the mark far away from where he's standing.
So he's doing this shit, that too at this time when he's supposed to be with me.
I need to disturb him.
A slow smirk curls my lips as I walk towards him, and noticing my presence, his men leave the place right away.
While Aayansh's gaze shifts to me as I demand excitedly, "I want to join, may I?"
His unreadable eyes scan me from top to bottom and his gaze is like-like-I don't know.
"Aayansh?" I take another step towards him after not getting an answer.
His gaze is now on the gun as he opens the chip and removes some of the bullets, leaving me confused.
He tilts his head to me, questioning "You sure?"
"Obviously" I press- impatient.
And the next moment, he grabs my wrist. Pulling me against his chest as he locks me between his arms, making my heart race with anticipation.
His warm breath fan against my neck and I don't want to admit, I feel like a dwarf in front of him.
I still remember how I used to get shivers hearing gunshots, because I never saw a real gun until this man stormed into my life, how he changed me and everything in my fairytale like life.
And now? I'm not an expert, but not naive either.
"Hold it" His command pulls me out of my thoughts as his hand curls around my hands, gripping the gun while his other hand is on my stomach.
I grip the gun tighter, he lifts my hands to the mark and leans on me from behind.
Her small structure is almost hidden under me as I cease her into my embrace and push her delicate fingers to the trigger, letting her set the target.
While my fingers trace her velvety skin over the thin fabric of my shirt she's wearing, which would be lying on the floor while I ruin her for tempting me.
"Focus, amour" I whisper against her ear, my hand sliding onto her bare thigh, making her wince under every sensual touch.
And fuck, having her so close, where I don't just take her, I fucking own her is the most addictive sight I've ever witnessed.
Because touching her is not an act of worship for me?-it was and will never be- rather, it's a sin.
She groans under her breath when I lean further, exploring the soft skin of her neck and shoulder with my lips sensually.
Her addicting fragrance fills my senses, making me ache for her over and over.
The way this woman makes me lose my mind, no one would ever.
She's so delicate, so fucking ruinable.
She applies pressure to the trigger with these tiny fingers of hers. How bad is my little wife trying to hide the effects I'm having on her...cute she thinks she'd do that and I'll let her.
But as much as I love ruining her innocence, I enjoy her this side too.
My hands slip inside her shirt, my fingers brush against her navel and then I circle it with no gentleness as I pull my other hand away from hers, letting her hold the gun by her own- while I enjoy teasing her.
I sweep her damp hair from her back to the front, making A better access for me.
Her thick lashes flutter in anticipation, but she doesn't flinch?- still struggling with the weight of the gun.
A deep groan rumbles into her when I cup her perfect round breast inside the fabric, feeling the softness and fullness of them against my palm.
My thumb circling around her bud, and then I squeeze her left tit just enough to make her groan.
"Ah-Aayansh?" She lets out a shaky breath, while my face is buried in the crook of her neck, marking it with a desperate ache as she winces "I'll miss the shot."
That's what I crave, fucking every ounce of hesitation out from her and make her surrender to me like a naive she is.
I let this become worse for her by squeezing and kneading on her bosom and a soft moan escapes her pretty throat, making my cock twitch painfully inside my trousers.
Fuck.
The heat her mere presence ignites through me is so undeniable, and certainly unsafe- for her.
I inhale sharply, controlling myself as I grip the gun over her hand again to take the control and shift my eyes to her crimson turned face.
"You won't" I assure, and this time my hand stops at her already wet pussy and she gasps more awkwardly- as if I'm touching her here for the first time.
"Aayan, please" She whimpers, and fuck, she sounds so seductive.
"Please what?" My voice drops to a slow whisper, my fingers tracing her folds "Confess how you're already dripping."
And then?-
I push her fingers on the trigger, leaving a gunshot and the bullet hits its mark effortlessly, while she is amazed by the suddenness and the next moment, an attractive smile tugs on her lips.
She's beautiful, so beautifully sinful that I can't hold myself back and when it's her, I don't want to.
"See, I did it" She murmurs, flattering herself like a child who did nothing but have to take the credit as a win.
I stare at her face for a minute without saying anything, she looks so tempting like this and no doubt, her mere presence is enough to make me painfully hard for her.
"Yeah you did" A sinister smirk curls my lips as I take the gun from her hands and toss it aside, grabbing her waist as I pull her closer.
Her eyes are slightly wide as she flutters her thick lashes, staring at me like she knows what she does to me.
She knows.
But is still unaware of the extent of how insane I'm for her.
Her hands land on my chest as I press "Now it's time to pay off the instructor."
"Really?" She presses, her eyes roving through my face "And how should I pay, sir?"
Without answering, I lock her hands in mine and lean to reach her lips when she turns her face and my lips lands on her cheek as she adds "Stop, your men are here."
Her gaze sticking to the men standing a quite-fucking-distance away from us, turned to the opposite side. And none of them would move a bit from their position-until they have a death wish.
"I can't kiss like this" She murmurs hesitantly and I let out a sigh of frustration.
"Get-out-of-here Everyone, Now" I growl, letting my voice slice through the silence in here and the fuckers follow the command right away.
My eyes didn't shift from her face, not even for a second while she was staring at them leaving.
And the other second, I grab her neck and turn her face towards me, capturing her lips without giving her a moment to react, to flinch-even.
Her hands clutching the fabric of my hoodie in urgency while I grab her hips and lift her up to me slightly, pressing her against me as she struggles to gain the dominance.
Wrong. Move.
Especially when I don't want that.
I grab a fistful of her hair and devour her not as a need, but as a fucking possession.
She winces and loses the pace, I caress her thigh and kiss her deeply enough to make her lose her mind.
She moans my name under the kiss like it's the only thing she remembers, a prayer or a curse, both for her.
Because I'm the only sin or salvation she'd ever have.
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From where I stand, the ocean stretches endlessly, painting in strokes of deep blue and fading gold as the night has already dipped in.
Fairy lights tangle through the wooden railing, tiny bulbs glimmer a soft glow in this dark and air flowing is- soothing.
I press a cigar between my lips, my eyes roving through the sights which look peaceful, but the chaos inside them is never to be caught so easily.
Not when you just trust your eyes, not your mind.
The ringing of my phone rumbles.
I picked the call, letting him start "Boss, Aashika oberoi handles the Material logistics of Oberoi empire."
Hearing this name, a knowing smirk curls my lips.
Kuch naam jaane pehchaane hokar bhi itne anjaane hote hain, ki agar unhe kareeb se jaanna chaho, toh maut bhi jaani pehchaani hi aati hai.
"Send a legal notice to her, I'm occupying the company's share without any merit" I disconnect the call, staring at the dark sky as I hit on my cigar.
"Aayansh!?" Her voice diverts my attention to her who is sitting on the other side of the railing, utterly free from the fear of falling.
"Get down amour, you'll fall" I say calmly, exhaling smoke in the air.
"You won't let me, I know" She assures, grasping my entire focus to her as she moves her legs care freely.
With her words, a deep smirk twitches the corners of my lips, as I notice her slipping backwards.
The kind of trust she's offering so easily-it's dangerous?-not knowing what it awakens in me.
"Trusting someone to this extent is not good" I warn, completely unbothered as I crush the cigar aside.
My eyes shift from her face to the edge of the railing which is already slippery and falling from there is a matter of seconds.
But I don't move, don't flinch- either.
"My husband is not 'someone' for sure" she still doesn't hold the railing, but the fear hovering over her mind gradually is quite not hidden from me.
My smirk deepens when she turns her head slightly to look behind and her breath hitches the second she completely tilts backwards.
The same moment, it was clear how her trust staggered and she thought I'll let her fall behind-in the vast ocean.
Until I hold her abruptly in her next breath, which she almost swallowed with fear.
My strong hold on her waist drags her attention to me as she clutches my shoulders with all her strength.
While I scan her each gesture- scared, shocked and relieved- in the same breath.
"Your trust is so fragile, Mrs. Oberoi" I say, leaning on her face and my nose touching hers.
"Excuse me" Her eyes narrowed, "I sat there till the last moment."
"And at the same moment" I lean further, letting my breath fan against her ear "You thought I'll let you fall, let you slip away from me."
Her mouth snaps shut as she realises she did get scared after noticing my careless demeanor.